Quotes About Emotions

El amor es un préstamo hipotecario a cuenta de un futuro incierto e inescrutable.

Y por eso es imposible aprender a amar, tal como no se puede aprender a morir. Y nadie puede aprender el elusivo —el inexistente aunque intensamente deseado— arte de no caer en sus garras, de mantenerse fuera de su alcance. Cuando llegue el momento, el amor y la muerte caerán sobre nosotros, a pesar de que no tenemos ni un indicio de cuándo llegará ese momento.

El empleado ideal sería una persona que no tenga lazos, compromisos ni ataduras emocionales preexistentes y que además las rehúya a futuro.

There was no sorrow till the devil pumped it up," as we say in Russian.

I am nothing more than a little boy inside That cries out for attention yet I always try to hide.

I think we dream so we don't have to be apart for so long. If we're in each other's dreams, we can be together all the time.

Like the hills under dusk you fall away from the light: you deepen: the green light darkens and you are nearly lost: only so much light as stars keep manifests your face: I feel the total night in myself rave for the light along your lips.

I thought about dying. It seemed like the rational thing to kill myself. I thought of my parents. I knew I couldn't do it as long as they were alive. I thought of Rani needing me. I couldn't do it if someone needed me or loved me. Love was the only thing in my life. Everything else had already proven itself hollow and meaningless.

The theater has been called the pulse of the people.

The brutal limitations placed on women's emotions, the pseudo-psychiatric judgements and labelling and the herding of women into therapy and psychiatry, calls attention to the fact that women are still the second sex, a sex that is denied the full range of human emotions.

I used to get upset if somebody I didn't like loved a book I loved. That's MY book, I'd think.

There are three things that make me want to drink: difficult times, when I want alcohol to either alleviate the pain or allow me to feel it; clear days that make me want to scribble all over the irritating blue sky; and well, waking up in the morning.

After all, there are those people we like and dislike, there are those people we love, and then there are those we recognize. These are the unbreakable connections.

I appreciate how hard it is to throw such things away, and harder still to pack them up and move them with you, but other people's condiments are depressing.

THERE WAS A YOUNG MAN WHO HAD ARRIVED AT the Northeast Center angry and belligerent, as inclined to take a swing at you as not. He began showing up in Bill's studio and started to paint. Bill watched him become an artist, and gradually he stopped being at the mercy of his rages. He got well enough to leave the center and move to a group home. This is what he said to Bill before he left: "What is art, anyway, except not pounding on walls.

Why does forgiveness irritate me so much? I ask Chuck. Because it's the ultimate act of passive aggression, he says. Because it keeps sin alive, says my sister.

She was tired of relationships whose greatest intimacy consisted of sitting up all night weeping while love died.

What is art, anyway, except not pounding on walls.

But what is unjust? That depends on a person's thoughts, values, and beliefs. People differ sharply on what is just or unjust in this world. Thus, some people become angry much quicker than others.

To ease another's heartache is to forget one's own.

Gentlemen, why do you not laugh? With the fearful strain that is upon me day and night, if I did not laugh, I should die.

A farce or comedy is best played; a tragedy is best read at home.

Too big to cry too young to laugh...

If we magnified our successes as much as we magnify our disappointments, we'd all be much happier